Skip to main content

History Boy

Orlando Figes, a highly-respected academic in Britain, has been caught writing very negative reviews of his colleagues, and very positive reviews of his own works, on Amazon.  When caught, he denied this, and his wife, for a time, took the rap.  As often happens, this all came to a head because - like Wilde - he instigated a legal case against his accuser; unfortunately (and perhaps again like Oscar) he actually was what he looked to be.  It's been in the TLS and is now in the papers and on the BBC.

Figes - who is now on sick leave - is clearly under great stress, and the potential decline and fall of his career - trumpeted in the media - cannot be helping him.  I wish him well.  Meanwhile, this sad case reminds us all of the seductive dangers of the Digital Age - how seeming anonymity, and the instant pleasures and powers of the Internet, offer many opportunities for self-destruction, as well as destruction of rivals.  Intellectuals and poets are not immune.

Indeed, isolated, in their heads often, and emotive, and used to using symbols and words to great effect, they may be more, not less, likely, to strike out, often too quickly, with these new tools, these new weapons.  Cyberia can be a cold and unforgiving place, for bullies, and for liars - but all of us need to be careful in the spaces between reading and writing online.

Comments

It shows more the state of mind of Figes, who must have been getting naughty thrills posting as orlando- on Amazon, trashing his rivals.

If it was any normal person they would have just said, 'yeah, it was me having a laugh. I wanted to wind up the competition and did so. Have they got nowt better to do than moan about me displaying a bit of intelligence. I mean, anyone with half a brain takes no notice of these reviews anyway. Get a life, now please, go away and leave me alone.'

A fifty year old man apologising as if it's kerbcrawling he's been up to and not having a laugh in Letters.

I think it shows the culture of secrecy and fear to be yourself that NuLab foisted on people after the WMD lies. We are too afraid to point out the obvious for fear it might be a capital offence to tell the truth.

Seriously, the register in Figes's apology was depressing and shows how confused people can get when any hint of being seen not to be holy of holy in word and deed, when all around us we close our minds and eyes to the real news in Afghanistan.

Britian is asleep and just waking up. It needs a good dose of common sense, non-spin Truth telling and honest comment, because they way it was going before Clegg injected this honesty, was truly depressing for any right minded liberal humanist intellectual. And that a guy with Figes's intelligence could be so wet in the face of deluded mobs of opinion johnnies in the spin-alley of English Letters, is ample and eloquent evidence there's something seriously awry in the intellectual life of England.
Poetry Pleases! said…
Dear Todd

Apparently his moniker was 'orlando-birkbeck'. You'd expect something slightly more clandestine from a respected professor at one of our great universities. Like poor old Ruth Padel he wasn't very skilled at erasing his sweaty palm-prints.

Best wishes from Simon

Popular posts from this blog

IQ AND THE POETS - ARE YOU SMART?

When you open your mouth to speak, are you smart?  A funny question from a great song, but also, a good one, when it comes to poets, and poetry. We tend to have a very ambiguous view of intelligence in poetry, one that I'd say is dysfunctional.  Basically, it goes like this: once you are safely dead, it no longer matters how smart you were.  For instance, Auden was smarter than Yeats , but most would still say Yeats is the finer poet; Eliot is clearly highly intelligent, but how much of Larkin 's work required a high IQ?  Meanwhile, poets while alive tend to be celebrated if they are deemed intelligent: Anne Carson, Geoffrey Hill , and Jorie Graham , are all, clearly, very intelligent people, aside from their work as poets.  But who reads Marianne Moore now, or Robert Lowell , smart poets? Or, Pound ?  How smart could Pound be with his madcap views? Less intelligent poets are often more popular.  John Betjeman was not a very smart poet, per se.  What do I mean by smart?

"I have crossed oceans of time to find you..."

In terms of great films about, and of, love, we have Vertigo, In The Mood for Love , and Casablanca , Doctor Zhivago , An Officer and a Gentleman , at the apex; as well as odder, more troubling versions, such as Sophie's Choice and  Silence of the Lambs .  I think my favourite remains Bram Stoker's Dracula , with the great immortal line "I have crossed oceans of time to find you...".

THE SWIFT REPORT 2023

I am writing this post without much enthusiasm, but with a sense of duty. This blog will be 20 years old soon, and though I rarely post here anymore, I owe it some attention. Of course in 2023, "Swift" now means one thing only, Taylor Swift, the billionaire musician. Gone are the days when I was asked if I was related to Jonathan Swift. The pre-eminent cultural Swift is now alive and TIME PERSON OF THE YEAR. There is no point in belabouring the obvious with delay: 2023 was a low-point in the low annals of human history - war, invasion, murder, in too many nations. Hate, division, the collapse of what truth is, exacerbated by advances in AI that may or may not prove apocalyptic, while global warming still seems to threaten the near-future safety of humanity. It's been deeply depressing. The world lost some wonderful poets, actors, musicians, and writers this year, as it often does. Two people I knew and admired greatly, Ian Ferrier and Kevin Higgins, poets and organise